In answer to the question “Why would anyone buy one of those” when I first saw one in the flesh, in the ruby metallic red, I fell in love with it at first sight.

No danger of long drives though, the only storage (apart from the passenger seat) is a 10 inch by 5 inch by 5 inch cubby hole nestled in the engine bay. Just about good enough for a couple of rounds of sandwhiches and a flask!

On a trip down the Wikipedia rabbit hole, I learned that the UK government has a cat with the official title "Chief Mouser to the Cabinet Office". Not only that, but the cat that held this post under Churchill was named Nelson. I'm going to have to start telling people this is who my own Nelson-kitty is named after.

That is amazing. I want to give my cat a highfalutin job title now, but he's a lousy hunter. Maybe he can be chief culinary supervisor, since he likes to get all up in our business when we try to cook.

I almost put this under “odd thing I saw today”, but I learned that there’s a chiropractic clinic in the terminal at the Minneapolis airport. I suppose that is something some might require after a long flight.

Wildabeast, the on-site chiropractor is a fantastic idea. I think a 15-minute massage place would do really well there also.

Today (ok, last night) I learned that some new cars don't come with a jack or a spare, just a big piece of Styrofoam instead. Of course, I learned this in the dark, in the pouring rain, while trying to deal with a tire that had just gone flat. I was not impressed or happy with my new knowledge.

Wildabeast, the on-site chiropractor is a fantastic idea. I think a 15-minute massage place would do really well there also.

Today (ok, last night) I learned that some new cars don't come with a jack or a spare, just a big piece of Styrofoam instead. Of course, I learned this in the dark, in the pouring rain, while trying to deal with a tire that had just gone flat. I was not impressed or happy with my new knowledge.

That is amazing. I want to give my cat a highfalutin job title now, but he's a lousy hunter. Maybe he can be chief culinary supervisor, since he likes to get all up in our business when we try to cook.

In my house, that's called quality control. Usually a cat just sits on the table and watches me while I prepare/cook.
When DH and I sit down to eat, I like to say that the dinner preparation was cat-supervised.